Seren Turnt Um Doon.

"Awright, Seren? It's me. How are ye?"
"I'm sorry, who is this?"
"It's me, Andy! Ken? Fae the work?"
"Oh! Hello..."
"Ah wis jist wonderin', ken, if maybe ye'd like tae, eh, come oot. Wi
me, likes. Get a pizza an' that."
"Oh. I'm...well..."
"It's just since ye says, at the works pairty, mind? Mind ye says ye
might? Eh?"
"Ah. Yes, but it was just a party Andrew. I..."
"Aw, c'moan! It wis a barry laugh in that oaffice. Comin' tae meet eez
for a jar, eh? Ah'm payin', likes. Ah've goat wads."
"Em," she hesitated. "I'm washing my hair tonight, sorry. Maybe some
other time."
"What aboot Saitirday? We could go doon the beach, hae a wander, ken?
Ice creams an' that."
"Can't. I'm going shopping. For a new toothbrush. Sorry."
"Aye, but aifter that? There's a karate film oan at the pitcher
hoose."
"I'm having dinner with Ritchie on Saturday night. We're having a cosy
night in."
"Sounds barry! Whit time will Ah come roond? I'll bring a boatil ay
Lambrusco. I've still goat half a boa-"
"Andy! You can't come round, OK? I don't want to see you!"
"Maybe oan Sunday, but?"
"No. Sunday is the day I have specifically set aside for rearranging
my sock drawer. And Ritchie will be coming round at night again. He's
bringing Haagen-Daaz."
"Haagen-Daaz? Ah ken her! She no work at Pizza Hut? Doon the Bridges?
She's German, or French, aye? She doesny like choaclits. Aye. Seren? Ye
there?"
All Andy heard was static.